Cruise of Love - the Climax

The next day was the final day on the ship for the wanton women with whom I had now enjoyed two hot and steamy – in one case, literally – encounters. But that still left the third babe – the one who had really taken my eye. At five nine, with blonde hair and a size eight trim and tasty torso for me she had been the pick of the bunch.

Of course she must have suspected something had happened between me and Sylvie, not least because I had played the honesty trick and confessed all to Sasquia just before enjoying carnal knowledge of her in the VIP steam room. I remembered when I had first seen her – all drop dead gorgeous and sexy in a zippered denim skin tight jump suit, and though she had less flesh on show than the others for me she was infinitely the most desirable.

But how to approach her? The ship would dock that very evening and there would be one night for us passengers ashore – however the girls were not staying with the liner, they were headed off to a beach holiday somewhere on the island and then a flight home a week or two later. I would have to make a bold move.

I positioned myself on deck near the swimming pool. The girls were all in their flimsiest of bikinis. There were lots of nubile bodies on show, pert breasts and bottoms, suntans and shades. Of course I had enjoyed two of those voluptuous gorgeous divorcees, but how to tempt the third?

It was remarkably easy... I didn't have to. When she was walking past me she whispered – I bet you had Sylvie and Sasquia... I can tell the way they avoided any specifics. Sylvie and you just talked... oh yeah? For two hours? Alone in your cabin? And then Sasquia. Why would she mention she had seen you in the steam room and then blush when I jokingly asked if it was a naked steam room in the VIP area? No, you had them both, I can tell from the glow in their cheeks that they have been up to something and thoroughly enjoyed it. So, what about my turn?

I was taken aback by her forwardness. I had never been propositioned by a woman this way in my life.

“My cabin or yours?” I stated matter of factly.

“Yours, and better still...” she said, “I'm going to get my girlfriend Amy to join us...” I hadn't realised that she was bi-sexual but apparently that is why she had split from her man, she had met Amy and had decided to come out of the closet. Was there a luckier man alive?

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